urban madman

The dark golden boxing score looks like a withered yellow leaf, except for a few scratches, there is not a single word on it. I am puzzled, because the previous boxing score seems to have shown the words.

"This is strange. This must be a real boxing book, but there is nothing there." Fu Yiyi looked over and over again, but he didn't see any tricks.

"Fu Shao, why don't you ask the old Taoist priest, he knows a lot."

Thinking about it, Fu Yidao has been practicing Sijiquan since he was a child. This boxing manual is also preserved by Ling Dingjun and the old Taoist priest. The person who secretly guides him is also the old Taoist priest Tianming, so he should know more or less.

This matter was rather urgent, and Fu Yiyi didn't care what Mei Jie wanted to do with it, it was the Second Artillery's business, so he rushed directly to Ling's house.

None of the dead men who attacked the Ling family survived. Icewolf and the others were well prepared, and they also lost some experts from the security team.

"You come to me if you have something to do..." Ling Dingjun muttered, complaining in his heart, someone was coming to kill him, and he never saw this boy come to save him. Although he also used them twice, it was not at least true. It's so vengeful.

Fu Yiyi didn't speak, just looked at Ling Dingjun.

"Okay, okay, I can't complain, this kid is getting more and more domineering," Ling Dingjun didn't talk nonsense, Fu Yiyi will come to him, he must be in a hurry, otherwise he can handle things by himself. I won't bother him, "Old Taoist priest, hurry up and take a look!"

"Hmph, this brat is still holding grudges," the old Taoist was a little unconvinced, "I really want to teach him a lesson."

"Hey, old Taoist priest, you are not my opponent, Young Master Fu, don't be ashamed." Second Pao didn't care at all, and said directly, glanced at the old Taoist priest, and raised his eyebrows on purpose.

The old Taoist glanced at Erpao: "I can't beat him, and I can't beat you? Kid, Taoist, I remember you!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I will accompany you when you want to fight the second gun, now let's take a look at what's going on with this boxing book."

When these unscrupulous people get together, things get messed up, Fu Yiyi doesn't bother to talk to them, this boxing manual is too strange, there is no text, no wonder Mei Zaitian and the others couldn't understand it even if they got it.

Holding the dark gold boxing score, the old Taoist also squinted his eyes in amazement, and looked at it seriously. He didn't know what material this kind of boxing score was made of. So soft.

"It's not right. Fang Yun's previous boxing manuals are all written in words. What's wrong with this page..." The old Taoist also flipped through it, wondering if there was any mechanism in it, but this one Pages of paper, what mechanisms can be set up.

"You don't know either?"

"I'll look again, and look again."

The old Taoist priest and Ling Dingjun stared at the boxing book with big eyes, and stroked their palms carefully. They couldn't feel anything unusual, but there was absolutely no problem with the material of this boxing book, which was the same as that book. , too weird!

"I really don't understand. It's unscientific. How can there be no words?" Ling Dingjun shook his head and glanced at the old Taoist priest, who also shook his head. I don't understand what's going on.

"Will it be like that kind of parchment, where blood drips or something will be displayed?"

Liu Guoqiang said that suddenly, seeing everyone glanced at him, he couldn't help but patted his head, "It seems that this is often shown on TV."

"Maybe so!"

The old ghost nodded deeply, and took a look at Erpao: "Erpao, you are strong after all, let's try some blood?"

"Damn Xipi, Guoqiang, don't talk nonsense, that's only found in novels, how can there be such a strange paper now."

Erpao looked at the old Taoist's eyes as if he really wanted to bleed him, so he hurriedly said, it's okay to put a drop or two, let the old Taoist do it, and the bastard won't let it dry!

"Maybe it's true, maybe it's like this." Fu Yiyi thought in his heart, said softly, stretched out his finger, cut a small opening, and dripped a few drops of bright red blood, which slowly fell on the dark golden boxing score. It was flowing, but there was still no movement at all.

"Oh, it's hard to get a page of boxing manual, why doesn't it show the content," Ling Dingjun hoped that Fu Yiyi could collect the complete Sijiquan manual, but now he found one page, so there should be two pages left, but This is to find it, but it is useless, "Is this God's will..."

"By the way, where is my previous boxing record?"

Fu Yiyi suddenly asked, maybe looking at the previous boxing records, we can discover these secrets.

"That's right, Lao Ling, as for the boxing books, you should have kept them." The old Taoist's forehead also lit up, thinking of this, if there is any secret, then the whole boxing books should be the same.

"Fist score? It's gone!" Ling Dingjun said with shame on his old face, "I put it in the most closely guarded secret room and disappeared."

Looking at Fu Yiyi, Ling Dingjun was very ashamed: "Boy Fu, I have never dared to tell you that I..."

Fu Yiyi's face was a little indifferent. Logically, in Ling Dingjun's strictest secret room, that is the country's strictest secret room. How could things disappear? This is a bit strange.

"How could it be gone!" The old Taoist's beard was about to stare, the importance of this boxing score is extremely important, the four poles move, the darkness comes out, this is not a joke, "You remember the place correctly, this Boxing score is very important!"

"It's really gone!" Seeing that there were outsiders around, Ling Dingjun didn't explain much, but just said, "It disappeared after that accident."

Fu Yiyi understood that what Ling Dingjun was talking about was his own death and rebirth, and even the boxing score disappeared, as if it was at the same time as his own death.

"Oh, you old Ling, I don't even know what to say about you," the old Taoist was helpless, why did such an important thing disappear.

"Forget it, anyway, I have memorized all the previous boxing books, and I have almost practiced, but I can't figure out this page of boxing books." Fu Yidao also had a headache. If you can't see it anymore, isn't it too sad?

For a while, everyone fell into silence, thinking about what else was possible.

The old Taoist frowned almost into the word Chuan, clenched his fists, and kept recalling whether there was something important that he had forgotten, muttering in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was talking about, and Ling Dingjun was the same, constantly recalling, Did Fang Yun tell him anything back then?

Fu Yiyi held the dark golden boxing score in his hand, and his mind moved. Would it take a kind of stimulation to open the boxing score? After all, it seems that the quadrupole boxing itself seems to be suitable for him to practice, and it has something to do with his physique?

"Sizzling~!"

The palm trembled slightly, and a trace of white light rose from the center of the palm, like a ignited blue-white flame, which was wrapped in the exploding fist score in an instant.

"Boy Fu, what are you doing!" The old Taoist was shocked.

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